Archive for August, 2011

The summer is ending in a blur.

I’m not even going to pretend that I will post again till school starts.  Sound good?  I think you’re all with me, enjoying that last burst of busyness before the school year hits and steals the lazy days away.  Not that I’m complaining – there’s not a one of us in this house that couldn’t use a bit more structure to our days.  But.  We’re diving in head-first right now to drink up the last delicious drops of summer.  See you on the other side of First Grade!

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The Rumple Report: Prodigal Edition

Well, now!  Remember that little challenge I issued at the start of the year?  I do, vaguely.  Seems I’ve be a bit remiss in keeping my own participation up-to-date.  Sewing, knitting, and other such stash-bushing activities seem to be furthest from my mind while wrenching newborn lambs from their uterine enclosures or wresting jungle-gauge weeds from the garden beds.  (insert your own excuses here too, if you wish)  But after last week’s grand cannonball back into sewing, I thought it might be time to see if I can coax a few more of you back into the sewing-what-we-got game.  It’s August already, and time for a new theme.

Back to School.

Am I the only one out there who is frantically ticking off the days till the school bus arrives and brings a little peace to the house?  Has anyone else thought about dropping off the almost-X-grader at the school to wait out the last days till the first bell rings in a new school year?  Is anyone else on the verge of going crazy? Please, humor me and tell me I’m not alone.  And then let’s all channel that energy (empathetic or real) into making some things for the kiddos to wear while they’re mercifully Not. At. Home.

I’ll start.

Isadora requested a skirt in the midst of a skirt-making frenzy, so I swiftly obliged.  Its former job was as a strapless dress for a waif.

And while I’m playing catch-up, I thought that I’d also share some more views of the dress I made for myself in last week’s sewing orgy.

Here it is, straight from the hamper, only slightly unrolled from its balled-up heap.

 

 

 

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The Vicarious Farmer: The Kraut King has been summoned.

These cabbages were truly the pride of my garden this year.  Started from seed, grown so big and lovely…the garden is quite lackluster now without them.  Now they patiently wait in the cool of the basement till the Kraut King arrives with his trusty shredder, stone crock, and sack full of salt.  I am waiting for the trumpet blast which never fails to announce his arrival.  Hear, hear:  there shall be kraut for all the kingdom!  Perhaps we should have grown some pork to accompany such a bounty of cabbage.

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That we were a Family Unit was unmistakable.

I met that little deadline set so flippantly last Wednesday.  Somehow I managed to sew a new something for all four of us, or rather two sets of coordinating get-ups.

 

It was fortunate that we did get in some dancing before we all melted into a big, handsewn puddle.  It was so, so hot.  Our night ended abruptly when it was determined that the cost/benefit ratio had skewed way out of our favor.

Some important sewing notes to myself for the future:

+ Deadlines are your best friend!

+ Deadlines are constraining in that they don’t allow for tweaking or modifications.  Isadora’s green dress bottom is actually a Size 7 women’s skirt modified to fit her dress.  As such, it has a body of its own and was quite boxy and awkward.  I’m going to play with moving her sash down a bit to hopefully blend that area better.  Andrew’s pockets were hastily replaced on Sunday (after the fact) with those of the same main shirt fabric.  Much better.  And my dress could use some work in better shaping the top half.  These are things you just can’t do when you’re cramming for a deadline.

+ The key to production sewing like this:  cut everything out ahead of time!  Really, I’d guess that part takes about the same amount of time as the actual sewing/construction.  Or pretty close.

+ It should also be noted that every scrap of fabric was part of my stash, thus in full accordance with the principles of the Rumpelstiltskin Challenge.

 

 

 

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